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March 3rd
After our contact with the Hunters, we strove to make sure nothing like what they described could happen to our “universe”, and since then, our research into Anchors has been fruitful. If we can capture one, like ICP-445, then it’s not hard to believe we can capture any who attempt to “corrupt” our world, as the Hunters have warned us about.
ICP-445, also known by the name “Lora”, is a large pink and purple serpentine creature. Rigorous studies have shown that Lora is a hermaphrodite, but prefers to be referred to in feminine pronouns.
The skin of the creature is smooth and slimy, much like a water-based creature like a dolphin or whale, but with heavy amounts of lubricant that continuously secretes out invisible pores in the skin. The top half of Lora is a bright pink, while the lower half and underbelly fades into a dark purple. Along the middle of ICP-445 are bright purple spots that are evenly spaced apart on both sides of her body. Two researchers that studied these spots have reported that they are much less solid than the skin of ICP-445, much like a thick, purple substance that can be penetrated by a hand. 
However, the substance is quick to latch onto whatever it touches, spreading quickly. This resulted in both researchers becoming compromised and, as Lora has detailed, “lost their humanity.” As to classification, the supervisor assigned to this species has dubbed the new creatures that the researchers have transformed into ICP-445-a and ICP-445-b, however, both have kept their consciousness and are willing to cooperate with ICP to further study ICP-445. There have also been employees who suggest renaming 445-a and 445-b into ICP-446 and ICP-447, due to both having become completely different from 445 with different qualities and attributes. More studies will go into these two in a later document.
ICP-445 has the intelligence of an adult human, can speak in full sentences. With interviews asking about where she came from, Lora has told us the same information that the Hunter has given us, that she comes from a legion of many other powerful Anchors, and that she used to be a human male named Jack, who was invited into the “pantheon” of gods that live outside our known universe. This lines up relatively well with what the Hunter has told us, that Anchors come from outside our universe and were once more or less “typical” humans.
One interviewee referred to Lora as “Jack” during one scheduled interview, which caused her to lash out in rage, transforming the interviewee into what is now ICP-445-c, or ICP-448. The supervisor would like to remind all researchers to only refer to ICP-445 as “Lora” when speaking to her.
A notable trait of Lora is her unflinching confidence while being contained. She doesn’t seem at all worried of her situation, even when told that there are weapons trained at her every move and that if she plots to escape, she will be met with failure and, possibly, death. Lora doesn’t seem at all phased at this information, and tells us that she’s only here to see us “do our thing.”
When asked about the god of corruption and anarchy, Chaos, her first reaction was to point out that “anarchy is too harsh of a word for him.” She goes on to explain that a better title for the god is the god of power fantasy, granting anyone’s wish for power without consequence or cost, which is what Lora had been given when she was transformed from her original human form. Lora, as she says, calls herself the natural and perfect extension of everything she used to be as a human, and would never give it up for anything. When asked how one contacts Chaos, she goes on to explain that Chaos is listening right now, and would be happy to “pluck” anyone out of this reality and into his. More research is needed into who Chaos is and what his goals are, which will be conducted at a later date.

March 4th
The retraining of researcher Marcos Brown was done the previous night, as he was caught on cameras unlawfully accessing ICP-445’s containment cell. Studies were done to track if ICP-445 had caused any mental hypnosis or corruption to Brown’s mind to make him break into her cell, but studies have come up fruitless. Brown stated in an interview, quite upset, that he did what he did because he believes that Lora is the first creature who expressed worry about his mental state. Lora had accurately sensed Brown’s stress during his work, even with the many union-set funding for psychology work and staying mentally healthy. 
Lora has become progressively worried for Brown, and got upset about the way ICP was forced to treat him after breaking a cardinal law of the ICP. We explained to Lora that this was protocol, but this didn’t seem to make her feel better.
The team behind ICP-445 came to an agreement to allow Brown to stay with Lora, as long as nothing harmed him. Once this was agreed upon, Brown was allowed inside the cell. Seven seconds later, after the two embraced, Brown let Lora transform him, turning him into a green and blue serpent, which was similar to Lora in shape, size, and structure. Brown then decides their name and gender would be forfeit, as now they would be known as Rain, and referred to with feminine pronouns. Lora seems very keen on making the researchers follow these new names for the now-transformed researcher, who will now be referred to in this document as Rain.
Rain and Lora are now being kept in the same cell, and are happy together. The supervisor in charge of ICP-445 has dubbed Rain as ICP-445-d. For the rest of the day and well into the night after most of the research team behind ICP-445 have gone, the two were locked in passionate sex. Rain, as expected, is also a hermaphrodite, her penis three feet long, which measures the same as Lora’s. Security cameras caught the whole mating act, which the two seemed to know about, occasionally giving the camera an alluring wiggle, or showing off their very large genitalia. 
Rain topped Lora at first, with her long, slick penis sliding effortlessly into Lora’s very large feminine entrance. Orgasm came quickly, with both serpents kissing each other in wet and sloppy ways. Regardless of how messy and sloppy it looked, both Rain and Lora seemed very happy.

March 5th
This will be the last report on ICP-445, as circumstances beyond our control have led to the permanent closure of the ICP and all of its contents, employees, and monsters.
When the researchers came to check on Lora and Rain, half of their cell had filled up entirely with cum. There were attempts to drain the egregious amounts of seminal fluid, but the cum had mixed with the natural lubricant of the two Anchors, which caused it to turn thick and gooey. This clogged the drainage, which proceeded to leak into the main water pipe. This ended up spreading to the rest of the ICP campus, infecting all waterways. For an hour, head supervisors attempted to stop all water from being used, putting a ban on water fountains, water usage in food creation, and water to the 444 monsters that had been labelled and kept in containment behind ICP-445. 
This, as expected, caused quite a quick outrage, causing the supervisors needing to rush the fix. Within the hour, the water was turned back on, but the corruption had already infected every ounce of the water that was running through the cum-soaked pipes. 
Libidos began to rise, the creatures that we kept in containment began to show off their enlarged packages that they hadn’t had before. Even the most dangerous specimens we keep in the ICP began to speak clearly and openly about how horny they all were. Every creature in containment adopted a libido-driven, mother-like or masculine drive. Some became heavily, sexually dominant, while others pleaded with researchers to fuck them and impregnate them. Supervisors tried desperately to make sure no one listens to the creatures, but the monsters weren’t the only ones becoming corrupt. 
The researchers felt feathers beginning to sprout on their arms, talons bursting out of their shoes, teeth sharpening, eyes turning bright colours, and pheromones starting to seep from bright coloured stripes on their bodies. Genders began to morph and change. Those with feminine urges, especially those who hid those urges, transformed into beautiful feminine creatures, while masculine researchers found their bodies to be strengthened and handsome. Large wings sprout from backs, thick tails slipped out of pants, and the desire to cover themselves up left the minds of the researchers.
It wasn’t long until the supervisors were picked off as well. Every single one, however, was transformed into, what the many researchers who were stationed under them called, “cum socks.” Tiny monsters who could only think about being stretched around a thick, musky shaft. Even Sgt. Oliver had his mouth turned into a thick, long pair of lips which worked perfectly in taking in a long wet cock. That, or, his own cock, which was long and easily stimulated by the smallest touch. 
Five minutes after the mass transformation, no one seemed to care at all about their fate. In this event, it would be believed that Lora would be the one to command this legion of a new, libido-driven army to take over the world, but she didn’t seem at all keen to lead. All she cared for was her new mate, Rain, where the two of them promptly vanished back to where Lora had originally come from, The Outlands, possibly to live happy lives as Anchors somewhere beyond our reach.
And so, the transformed army of what used to be a group of highly secretive researchers let out all the monsters of their cells, undid the automatic lockdown, and exited the underground laboratory. The creatures took over the nearby city, turning them all into happy, horny creatures of power and brilliance, then spread out to take the country and the rest of the world. Armies of rival nations were sitting ducks. It would be horrific to watch as a human, but it didn’t take long for that horror to transform into general, happy decency. The outbreak would be broadcasted throughout the world, and those sitting at home half-way across the world watching the corruption breaking out would be corrupted simply by observing the horny creatures, which allowed the world to be corrupted absolutely in a matter of a single night.

Thus, our world is different and changed overall for the better. Confliction in belief had become unnecessary, because all anyone can think of is loving each other and partaking in intense, passionate sex. The god of power fantasies, Chaos, even came to visit us at one point, spending the day with us, before leaving. Turns out he’s actually a really nice guy.
As for me, the one writing this document, I’ve been transformed into a bird made entirely out of tightly inflatable balloons. It’s a little hard to continue to type on a keyboard, but I can fly without any effort, and being given a pussy along with a cock has allowed me to be fucked by any passing aeromorphs flying with me. Flying too high doesn’t seem at all discouraging either, as I don’t need to breathe, and even the vacuum of space doesn’t seem to affect me. My life has become perfect, happy, and I couldn’t possibly imagine myself going back to who I used to be. In fact, I’m considering attempting contact with Lana once again so that I may speak to Chaos about becoming an Anchor. I believe being one might pose some really, really fun opportunities.

March 8th
It’s been a few days. I’ve gotten in contact with Chaos and have now become an Anchor in training. The magic behind these creatures is extraordinary, and I plan to do my own solo research into who they are in full.
Because the ICP is nothing but a distant memory, and there’s no place to put this document, I’ve decided to transform this document into data to send off into the multiverse, possibly to arrive on someone’s computer eventually. I’ve attached a small mental link to the existence of this document, which will allow me to track the position of who is reading it. 
So, to whoever is reading this old document, if you would, please remain where you are. I’ll be there very shortly, as I have a lot more to explain in person~